Uneasy daily life

"How bold..."

"As expected of Yumiko, she's as fierce as a wild boar charging forward!!"

These are the first-year acquaintances who knew Yumiko Miura.

"I always feel like first-year students are really good at creating trouble. Doesn't the cultural festival executive committee do anything about it?"

"The one who confessed is the executive committee chairman."

"She became the executive committee chairperson just to openly and brazenly declare her intentions in public and blatantly abuse her power for personal gain? Hmm! Why didn't I think of that?"

"Could it be that the student council also knows about this, and that's why they've left the cultural festival to the first-year students?"

These are high school sophomores.

What? Senior year of high school?

The high school seniors are preparing for their exams, and the classrooms, with their excellent soundproofing, are enough to keep out any of the excitement of the cultural festival.

"These young people nowadays are really something, none of them are focused on their studies..."

Yukinoshita's father shook his head, his heart unmoved, only wanting to watch the show—Hayama Hayato, his old friend's son, a potential hidden traitor.

Although the rebels have already reached the maximum level of hatred, it doesn't stop me from having -1 goodwill towards anyone with the potential to be a villain.

"Hey~" Yukinoshita Haruno asked curiously, "Father, Mother, do you think Hayato will accept the confession?"

Yukinoshita's father: "Then I will definitely accept it."

Yukinoshita's mother: "I don't know."

Yukinoshita's father coughed and said, "If a girl confesses her feelings in public like this, it would be too ruthless to reject her in public. It would damage her reputation and might even make her an enemy... On the surface, you can only agree no matter what, so it can be considered a lie. Whatever your thoughts are, you should keep them to yourself in private."

"As for what will happen in the next few days, there's no need to worry. Most people don't care about the follow-up to the news."

Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head slightly and said, "A mature handling method, but unfortunately, for the parties involved in the news, the problem is always difficult to solve."

“Exactly, exactly.” Yukino Haruno exclaimed seriously, “That girl was so brave to confess in public, but you treated her behavior as a problem and a nuisance, pretending to agree to make her happy. Before she could be happy for long, she was rejected in private. It’s really hurtful.”

Yukinoshita's father: "Isn't confessing in public, instead of in private, a kind of open strategy?"

A chain of suspicion has formed!

Amidst the murmurs, Hayato Hayama, who had already stepped onto the stage, was staring at Yumiko Miura, whose expression was stiff.

Hayato Hayama's expression was a bit strange. One could understand a desperate look, another a forced one, and even a smiling one wouldn't be too odd.

Why do you look so cold and stiff?

Is it a distinctive imitation of Yukinoshita?

Well, we just have to get through this mess!

"Yumiko, I..."

Hayato Hayama smiled and extended his hand.

"Prince Hayato! You can't agree to her request!"

A loud voice came from the side, urgent and serious.

A figure suddenly appeared from the side of the stage with a somersault, crashing onto the stage with a loud bang. Before anyone could see who it was, a powerful voice rang out: "She doesn't love you at all. The one who truly loves you is me!"

The white figure, dressed in androgynous and gorgeous attire, raised her hand and made a delicate gesture with her fingers, approaching lightly one after the other. Her voice carried a sharp, feminine charm, and her eyes were filled with fighting spirit as she looked at Miura Yumiko.

"Hey! You vicious slut!"

A commanding, sharp yet gentle rebuke seemed to turn back time. Towering palace walls loomed behind, willows and red flowers bloomed to the side, and an official in a stern tone pointed a finger and declared, "A talent like you should be working in a factory."

Hayama Hayato: "?"

What's going on now?!

Miura Yuko: "?"

What happened to the plot?!

"What kind of eunuch are you?!"

Yumiko Miura immediately retorted.

"You dare to yell at me?!"

The white-clad figure stood tall and walked around, looking at Hayama Hayato, his voice filled with mournful indignation: "Your Highness and I grew up together, childhood sweethearts. He picked peonies for me, and I brewed jasmine tea for him. It was pure and innocent affection between two young people, but you interfered, bewitched him, and pretended to be affectionate in public, forcing him! It was you who, for wealth and glory, plotted and schemed to kill our love!"

With her delicate fingers pointing at Miura Yumiko, she uttered mournful accusations.

What a vicious heart!

Yumiko Miura was stunned. Damn it! She knew this guy was just adding drama out of thin air, but she still couldn't help but clench her fists, she was super angry!

Bai Ying's gaze shifted, meeting Hayama Hayato's eyes. She said mournfully, "Your Highness, why do you remain silent? Have you become a heartless and unfaithful person?"

Hayama Hayato: "..."

Oh, wait a minute!

This plot seems familiar.

In Ebina's same-sex script, he plays the prince and another man plays the servant, exchanging tender words of love, although there are no scenes involving a princess...

First, Ebina is Yumiko's friend. Second, Shirakage has a habit of causing trouble while simultaneously making things disappear. So there's only one answer—Yumiko confesses again half-jokingly, Shirakage interferes and creates trouble out of thin air, and Shirakage can use the excuse of acting to reject her in public!

When the time comes, it will all be said that everything was written in the script, everything was for the show, and everything was a fake performance!

A world where no one gets hurt is complete!

Hayato Hayama had already understood everything. His expression immediately changed, and he adopted a solemn tone, as if broadcasting a message, and asked doubtfully, "My close attendant, would the princess possibly have any intention of harming you or me?"

"My gentle sun, those who turn towards you feel your warmth, praise your radiance, and thank you for bringing sunshine."

Bai Ying took a step forward with deep affection: "The one who turns her back on you stares into the shadows, hates your brightness, and slanders your glory! Wake up! She is using everyone's gaze to coerce you, trying to make you submit to others and break your own spine! But our love is so eternal that it will never be thwarted by her wicked schemes!"

The words were full of affection, and the tone was so convincing it was hard to tell if they were genuine or not. Hayama Hayato was forced to take a step back, struggling to recall his lines, before finally improvising: "Princess, is this true?"

Miura Yumiko was numb, and managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Male-male relationships are not allowed!"

"No!" Bai Ying grabbed Hayama Hayato's hands, pulling him to turn his head and look at Miura Yumiko. "It's just you who can't!"

Hayato Hayama reluctantly echoed, "Princess, whether you are good or bad, I thank you for your ambiguous kindness, but..."

The implication is self-evident.

Yumiko Miura's cheeks twitched, and she took two steps back as if she had been dealt a major blow. She then turned around abruptly and ran off the stage from the side in a panic.

"Hahaha~" Bai Ying commented from afar, her fingers delicately gesturing, "Look at her, she looks like a dog."

Hayato Hayama suddenly raised his hand and shook off the white shadow's hand, frowning as he reprimanded, "Belittling the glory of others will not make you appear noble. Take back those words!"

"As long as you're number one in my heart, I'll do anything for you!" Bai Ying argued passionately. "As long as there's love, that's enough!"

"This is not love, it's an excuse to condone evil..."

"I won't listen! I won't listen! I won't listen! I won't listen!"

Shaking his head, stomping his feet, and throwing a tantrum – a three-part outburst.

Hayato Hayama took a step back, unsure of what to say next.

"That's right! These are all your excuses..."

A powerful, righteous voice rang out.

Hayato Hayama was taken aback and looked to the side of the stage—there were actors too?!

"It is your greed, your sin, your eccentricity, your arrogance that have found love as a reason!" A tall, handsome young man strode out. The actor's costume was masculine, with a black outfit featuring gold patterns that emphasized a sense of weight. Coupled with his serious expression and tone, an image of upright character was immediately imprinted in people's hearts. "True love would never strangle the one you love deeply."

"His Highness and I are mutually in love and willing; who gave you permission to gossip like this?!"

The white figure's voice sharpened, and like a hedgehog facing an intruder, it suddenly bristled its fur, displaying its aggression.

The boy turned his head and stared at Hayama Hayato, his eyes filled with a thousand words, all of which turned into deep affection. As he watched Hayama Hayato's brow twitch, he subconsciously took a half step back.

"Your Highness and I have shared life and death, entrusted our lives to each other, and swore an oath to be bound together!" His deep, resonant voice was powerful and resonant, yet it also revealed a tender side to this tough man. "We have witnessed the battles together, traversed the treacherous mountains and rivers together. That time was not long, but that friendship was deep enough—Your Highness, I still remember that night when we slept side by side..."

"Ridiculous! His Highness and I revel day and night; it's none of your business to join in!"

Her sharp, feminine voice blared loudly, carrying a hint of hysteria.

The two paced back and forth, their words flowing as they argued about who loved the prince more. One spoke of eternity, of tender companionship day and night; the other, of fleeting affection, spoke of a love that was easily captured in words, a love that seemed all the more precious in an instant! On one side, a woman, alluring and delicate, as light as a willow catkin in the wind; on the other, a man, strong and handsome, as bold and unrestrained as a strong wind! The eunuch, with delicate fingers, angrily denounced the man for lustful desires and wicked intentions; the general, with a booming voice, loudly proclaimed that his love was impure and that his actions were coercive.

Hayato Hayama had somehow found himself standing at the edge of the stage, watching the two contestants clash in the middle with a numb expression, completely unable to interject.

The audience was overwhelmed by the spectacle and listened to the two characters' arguments about love, their minds buzzing – wasn't this romance drama a bit too ahead of its time?

"With delicate hands, I pluck the spring breeze; with fragrant tea, the flavor is even stronger. This feeling can be entrusted to the moon, so that I may dream of being with you."

In the mournful and drawn-out lyrics, the eunuch placed his hand on his chest and said softly but firmly, "Your Highness and I have no right to interfere in our relationship. We no longer need the approval of the world, nor do we care about your accusations."

The general's expression remained unchanged as he said in a deep voice, "But you are not a man!"

"So you are... oh, you really are." The eunuch said disdainfully, "Isn't that good? You're a man, you can't win His Highness's favor!"

The general said in a booming voice, "I mean you can't dote on His Highness!"

The eunuch was startled and looked up at His Highness. His Highness remained expressionless. The eunuch swayed slightly, his face pale, and said, "No, this is impossible, Your Highness is..."

"If Your Highness only wants to favor someone, then isn't the princess you drove away better than you, this neither-male-nor-female?" The general said with his hands behind his back, in the air of a victor. "You are utterly useless, neither as good as a man nor as good as a woman, making yourself a laughingstock!"

The eunuch seemed struck by lightning, suddenly losing all his energy. He staggered toward His Highness, his eyes filled with pitiful pleading.

"Your Highness...do you love me?"

His Highness immediately shook his head.

"Hahaha! I am the one Your Highness truly loves!"

The general strode over like a victorious rooster, and before His Highness could react, the eunuch suddenly raised his hand and drew the sword hanging at His Highness's waist.

The general shouted sternly, "Do you think you can defeat me?!"

puff--!

The eunuch suddenly turned around, stabbed the prince through the neck with his sword, and said in grief and indignation, "If Your Highness loses your affection, I will lose my heart. Even on the long road to the Yellow Springs, we can walk together!"

His Highness seemed not to have reacted yet. Only when the general let out a grief-stricken cry did he realize what had happened. He slowly collapsed to the ground and lost his life.

The enraged general rushed over, snatched the sword from the eunuch who was about to commit suicide, and killed him in a fit of rage. However, the life lost could not be brought back. He could only let out a heart-wrenching howl, like a wounded beast, bend down to pick up the prince's body, and disappear into the end of the story with a weary back.

The curtain seemed stunned for a while before it reacted, slowly closing to cover the corpse on the stage.

The audience was a bit uneasy. Was there something off about this stage play? Upon closer inspection, the tangled emotions, the love triangle, the emotionally charged dialogue, and the absurd and tragic ending seemed very much like a romance novel. But the love triangle between the eunuch, the prince, and the general seemed a bit too futuristic.

Hina Ebina was also stunned. Although she had encouraged Hayato Hayama to act in a male-male romance drama, the level of it didn't seem this exaggerated at all.

Huh? What's going on with Yumiko? Was it a proper confession, or just the opening ceremony of a performance?

Hayato Hayama has already gone up to perform, so what about the play he rehearsed afterward? Should he still perform it? Oh... another lead actor in the class also looked completely bewildered, with an expression that said he didn't know whether he had been overshadowed or had been temporarily replaced.

"Hina, is this the play you've been rehearsing?"

A girl asked, looking bewildered.

"Of course not, I've been thinking about something..." Ebina Hina was also confused, "Do you think my father-in-law is considered a gay man?"

The girl was stunned.

Does it count?

Doesn't that count?

The group couldn't help but fall into philosophical contemplation.

In the strangely awkward silence, sparks of thought were flying everywhere.

Some people who are used to it focus their attention on the actors who suddenly appear.

That must be a white hibiscus.

Yukino's gaze was deep and unfathomable. She had never seen a student like that before, and her acting skills and presence on stage were enough to rival Shiro's. The two of them were vying for the spotlight and performing back and forth. They looked like members of the Crimson Troupe no matter how you looked at them...

So the question is, did Bai Yinghua decide to go on stage on a whim, or was she faking it with someone?

One more question... What about the stage play that Bai Jun answered? Will Bai Yinghua suddenly interfere with the script and ruin everything?!

At that time, Bai Yinghua and Bai Jun will be in the center of the stage, performing the story back and forth, while I unknowingly become a marginalized nobody, just like Hayama Hayato, blankly drifting along, my character being manipulated by the two actors at will...

Yukino's eyes twitched slightly.